THE APPLE AND THE THING OUTSIDE

The table the window the apple and the thing outside can't quite make out what the table the window the apple and the thing outside doing being can't cover this whole face divided among the table the window the apple and the thing outside why do they do that with those things those people just things misshapen and misunderstood people things among the box wet with old food and laundry detergent burning into the buttons on shirts on cars on depressing into the holes of skin of things people things among the box wet with hallways leading inward so out of here to stay planted in the dried place place place.


The table the window the apple and the thing outside can't quite make out what the brushing up against the other contours glued over a womb that burrowed into her gagged withdrawal fumbling around books given away to the curb run over with traffic and its matching shapes and colors consolidated service limited but not there while skin grinds to the water between mountains under harsh light of eyes bargaining for connection to electrocute her pupils closing the loop the way is done around and around the loop around the noose tightening the noose around the bottleneck dry heaving on street after street.


The table the window the apple and the thing outside can't quite go anywhere with this this note this scribbled look on the face divided between dark hands whose hand is that held up in the night over the bed no one there sharing this moment this moment silent and filled with silence silence filled with dark fingers bargaining for connection to whose body to electrocute her pupils closing the loop the way is done around and around around the loop around the noose tightening the noose around the bottleneck dry heaving on street after street whose hand is that held up in the night?  


The table the window the apple and the thing outside it won't go away can't get away found along the road put in the backseat behind the wheel along for the ride driving


"What are you driving at?"


The table the window the apple and the thing outside it won't go away can't get away found along the road put in the backseat behind the wheel along for the ride driving


"What are you driving at?"
"Where to?"


found along the road in a line of bobbing heads bobbing no water still anyway hold on to the edge of the road or you'll drown in the living room 


"What are you driving at?"
"Where to?"
"When do I get my chance?"


found along the road slices of what has gone around and around around the loop around the noose tightening the noose around the bottleneck dry heaving on street after street whose hand is that held up in the night?


"What are you driving at?"
"Where to?"
"When do I get my chance?"
"How about I make the rules who get's a chance?"
"You've been playing for hours."
"How else am I going to move up?"


The table the window the apple and the thing outside can't quite go anywhere with this this note this scribbled look on the face divided between dark hands whose hand is that held up in the night over the bed no one there sharing this moment this moment silent and filled with silence silence filled with dark fingers bargaining for connection to whose body to electrocute her pupils closing the loop the way is done around and around around the loop around the noose tightening the noose around the bottleneck dry heaving on street after street whose hand is that held up in the night?
Speaking to no one else in particular just anyone else but the asshole never mind found another one along the road found along the road in a line of bobbing heads bobbing no water still anyway hold on to the edge of the road or you'll drown in the living room.


"You are such a good judge of video game flesh."


The table the window the apple and the thing outside it won't go away can't get away found along the road put in the backseat behind the wheel along for the ride driving


"What are you driving at?"
"Where to?"


The table the window the apple and the thing outside can't quite make out what the table the window the apple and the thing outside doing being can't cover this whole face divided among the table the window the apple and the thing outside why do they do that with those things those people just things misshapen and misunderstood people things among the box wet with old food and laundry detergent burning into the buttons on shirts on cars on depressing into the holes of skin of things people things among the box wet with hallways leading inward so out of here to stay planted in the dried place place place.


- Max Stoltenberg